[1] Whirlwind

Author's Note: This is my first true angsty Dasey story. "Love in the Third Degree" was mostly Sasey. There's a difference. You might get another chapter called "Bargains" if you review. :)

Enjoy the first chapter of "Beautiful Disarray."

She was floating. Floating to a place she didn't know. The dark welcomed her, embraced her. She landed, knelt. She gasped.

And before her…

Like a movie, the scenes of her life played.

She was once a ballerina, a trained dancer. But that was gone.

She once had a goal, to live life to the fullest. But that was gone.

Now what did she know of herself? Couldn't anyone take this pain away?

She wept, still. She didn't know how long she had been there.

She reluctantly lifted her head with angry iced tears.

His face. All she could see was his face. Haunting her. Taunting her.

"Come on," he seemed to whisper. "It's alright. Take my hand."

And she reached. Reached to give him her hand, toward the screen of nothingness. She was shocked.

"Why can you reach me?" she cried bitterly. "Help me. Please." she whispered.

The screen faded black. Why did this scene keep recurring?

She wanted to touch him, to give him her hand, but as always, it was too late. Her heart hurt with a terrible ache. Her head hurt with a terrible ache.

"Please tell me I'm dreaming." she whispered, to no one.

And suddenly. She was standing, in a place so familiar. There they were! A girl and a boy, talking. Sitting. What were they talking about?

"Everything's been better, now that's she's gone." the girl said.

"Don't you miss her a little?" the boy asked the girl.

The girl grinned. "I wish that were true."

"How do you think he feels?" the boy asked.

"I'm sure he's feeling fine."

"Actually, he feels miserable."

"How do you know?" the girl snapped instantly. He must have struck a nerve with this girl.

The boy shrugged. "Haven't you seen the melancholy on his face? Him glancing through her empty room? Flipping through her pictures?"

The girl considered this. "No, I've avoided him. You know how he treated her."

"Like she was nothing, I know. But he did care for her at one point."

"That might have been true, but don't you think he might have actually told her how he felt about her if she had seen the signs herself? They were there all along."

The boy shook his head. "Sometimes people do crazy things."

The young woman, She, looked at them, in amazement. They were talking about her. Like she wasn't even there. And then they vanished, and she felt herself transported into another world.

In this world, a man and a woman were talking.

"I'm so worried about him." the woman said. "He clearly hasn't been the same."

The man nodded. "Who knew that he would feel so lost?"

"I just want to do something for him. Give him words of comfort, anything."

"Don't we all?"

The 'him' they were talking about was down in an instant. She gasped, watching the scene. It was him! The one who had been on the screen! The screen of her life!

"Would you stop?" he said icily. "I can hear you from up there, you know."

"Is there anything you want to tell us?" the woman asked him.

"No." he shook his head. "I'm fine. Really. She's gone, and there's nothing I can do about it."

She looked at him with intense sadness. She understood how he felt. She didn't even know what was going on.

And then…

The scenery disappeared.

She was shaken out of her reverie. She gasped, longing for air. She was awoken.

She clutched, reached, grabbed onto her body as she fell back, and waited for the tears to come. She dove into a world of grief.

She sobbed, whimpered, in desperation that he would come back in her dreams.

But she knew he would be there. He always was.

And so....? Thoughts? Like/love/dislike/loathe? Review, please.

X.X. Annie